#they did shit. wasn't their fault. i mean ok yeah it was- but it was an accident you know? they're good kids

[sugaroto]

Ok you know what's kinda funny about "Jackson's Diary", or rather "plot twist-y"?

So, ok, imma be honest, when I started the comic I thought it was bl or lgbt or something. Be it the art or the description or the fact that everything I read is gay, I thought this was some kind of enemies to lovers/as magic stuff is going on around the school or something

I really thought the 2 mains were gonna end up together

And I wasn't the only one who thought that cause a lot of the comments were talking about it

But no. Soon you realize they're all very straight, exer is still in love with his ex girlfriend and Jackson kinda gets in a love triangle with exer's ex and the girl exer bullied last year. Also it's set in like- the 80s? Soo. They probably don't know what gay is. (Or they ignore it yknow)

But....

"Wasn't David bi in the canvas version?" said the comments "Yeah he was I think he liked Exer"

So then I'm trying to figure out if he's bi, and some chapters later he's literally making heart eyes around exer but like, in the background

And he's not that important at the time so I'm like oh ok great he's the comedic relief stereotypical gay character?

And exer is like... straight and in love with David's twin sister so nothing will happen right?

Jokes on me

Like 100 chapters later and this is Exer's reaction to David saying they're friends

The gay panic

Had me fooled there honestly

Also ok, I know my post is focused around the gay romance here, but like the comic is really interesting I do recommend it

Jackson goes to a new school and he is the only one who can see some kind of "green magic" messing around with his daily life

Shit happens, he makes friends, he gets into love triangles as I mentioned before (not for that long, thankfully) he gets into fights and makes new friends again

The characters are all very interesting, I was gonna say nice, but then realized half of them are assholes, currently it seems like they're trying to be better people tho

And even though it's set in the 80s it seems most of the main characters were accepting of the lgbt ones (well ok so far 2 people know about it so yknow, ) the only assholes were some bullies literally called Rick and Marty who used gay as a slur or something like 50 chapters ago

Well, and I can't really say anything much without spoiling more, I've already talked enough about their sexualities I'm not telling you what's happening with the green stuff

#some background checks on the characters #Jackson just moved back here and lives with his foster family his tía and tío(aunt&uncle) along with Ronald some Russian guy who also lives #with them but i dont remember where he came from? like?is that some kind of Erasmus? foster? idk i forgot. He doesn’t speak much. BUT WHEN #HE DOES. that little κατινα knows too much. anyways. then we've got exer who lives with his dad and hes the popular guy at school #his best friend david who lives with dad and then there's David's twin- Brenda who lives with their mom #and Pamela who used to be friends with brenda but shit happened #in most recent chapters we met new characters like Timothy Ken and Lola? help i forgot her name #wait was his name ken or kev #whatever the other guy is named Timothy i know that #those 3 became close friends at detention. they've been there since like- last year #they did shit. wasn't their fault. i mean ok yeah it was- but it was an accident you know? they're good kids #oh there's also a cat named Lucy-fuurrr #and i need to go to sleep #jackson's diary #webtoon #comic #sugarenia talks #sugarenia thoughts

[irondad-defensesquad]

edit (december 6th 2023): this has been getting a lot of notes - thank you for the love btw! - so i just wanted you to know that this idea has a full story! it's right here. thanks again!

tony is checking his notes while he works, when he hears the door opening.

"oh peter, is that you?" he says, a little relieved but also annoyed. "care to explain why you haven't replied to any of my messages-?"

when he looks behind him, though, there's nobody in the lab.

... the meow startles him.

tony finds the black cat sitting on his notebook, and doesn't appear to plan on getting off.

"seriously?" tony groans. "friday, why is the little black hole in here?"

"he is boss jr., isn't that correct?" the A.I. replies rather smugly.

the man glares at the ceiling. "very funny." then he turns to the cat. "why are you like this. i thought cats liked to be alone. but i guess you just love bugging me."

the cat doesn't reply. he dares to lie down, refusing to let tony work. before they settle on yet another glaring contest today, the older man's phone vibrates on the desk, much to the cat's curiosity. tony quickly takes it and sees he has new text messages from peter.

peter: sorry mr stark, i can't come over today

peter: i have a decathlon meeting and i can't miss it

tony audibly groans. yeah, of course. obviously.

then peter sends another one.

peter: how is tony jr? is he behaving?

tony aggressively texts back.

tony: that is not his name. and no, he's being a little menace, alright. he ruined my couch, he knocked my favorite mug over, and now he won't let me work.

peter: aww mr stark, he just wants attention!

tony: yeah, but he doesn't have to be such a little shit.

peter: stop being mean to him!!!

tony: he's being mean to me.

tony: so what, i'm gonna be stuck with him for another night?

the teen spends a while writing the next text, which becomes many of them, probably indicating he's anxious.

peter: look mr stark i'm sorry i forced you to look after him

peter: i just couldn't leave him in the cold and aunt may already has a lot in her plate

peter: but i didn't mean to make you mad either

peter: i promise i'll try to come over as soon as i can to take him to the shelter

tony's anger fades. he sighs it out.

tony: kid, it's fine. i get it. you have a good heart and i'm proud of you for that. i just wasn't ready to have a stray cat home.

tony: but this isn't your fault, okay? you did the right thing.

he almost texts more but decides not to.

peter: ok mr stark

peter: i'll try to get him to the shelter by the end of the week

tony: no pressure, kiddo.

when he thinks it's over, peter sends yet another one.

peter: hey mr stark? could you take a pic of him? i miss his little face 🥺

tony rolls his eyes and positions the starkphone in front of the cat. the little feline seems to notice it and looks back. and he tilts his head almost instantly. though tony knows it's not out of confusion - it's like he's posing for the photo.

the hero sends it to peter.

who in turn, replies with several stickers of people exploding with heart emojis.

peter: omg!!!! bby!!!! i would die for him!!!!

tony: please don't.

peter: aww he even posed!

peter: guess he rlly takes after you 😊

tony: he is still not my cat.

peter: still... just be good to him until i get back ok? he just wants some company

you don't get it, pete. i'm irresponsible and i ruin everything i touch.

tony doesn't send that.

instead, tony looks at the cat deep into his golden eyes.

his hand approaches the little void. he expects to get bitten or scratched like he has been all day. but worse...

i ruin everything i touch, and i'm going to kill another innocent creature. i'm going to kill him. i'm going to kill him.

...

the cat is snuggling against his hand, purring.

then he lets tony pet his whole body and his tail touches his fingers.

indeed... all the cat ever wanted was love and attention. the things he never had in the past.

with a relieved smile on his face, tony finally answers peter.

tony: okay.

just a simple reply. but many promises.

#irondad #tony jr. the cat #(a new tag???????? mayhaps????) #fics #my fics #drabble #(this got long lmao and it's not even the finished product) #anyway #tony stark in: the dad who didn't want the pet but adopted it anyway the saga

[footballfanficwriter]

The Break up

Summary: I love you but, you hurt me and I can't take it anymore

A/n: requests are open

"Where were you?" I ask getting up from the sofa that I've been sitting on for the past 3 hours

"Out" he says

"Are you drunk?"

"No" he says trying to stand up straight indicating that he is in fact drunk

"Is that a hikey on your neck"

"No...w-w-what are you even doing up at this time" he asks

"Waiting for you to come home so we can go on our date that you promised me we'd go on" I say

"Shit that was today, i forgot"

"Ofcourse you did, like you always do"

"You look very beautiful in that dress by the way"

"Stop, manipulating me"

" I'm not, I'm just complimenting you"

"Oh cut the bullshit Jude, you don't care about me, if you did you'd remember our date and that hickey wouldn't be on your stupid neck"

"Babe I love you, you are my world, I can't live without you"

"I love you too Jude, but how many times have we been down this road?, you Fuck up, you promise not to do it again, I forgive you and you do it all over again"

"Ok fine I promise this is the last, the very last time"

"That's what you said last time"

"Babe please"

"No, if I continue like this, you are literally going to drive me to my death"

"Y/n, please don't do this, I love you"

"I love you too Jude, but you hurt me and I can't take it anymore" I say

I walk to my room and start packing all my clothes in suitcases

"Y/n, you're being dramatic, your blowing things out of proportion"

"I'm blowing things out of proportion?, you know how many times I've cried because of you, how you've made me feel like I can't live without your love, making me feel emotionally dependent on you?, I guess that's my fault cause of how fast I fell for you, how I based my whole life on you"

"Y/n, please darling, I'm begging you, please don't to this".

"It's ok Jude, I understand you've lost feelings for me"

"No I haven't"

"If you haven't like you claim, then you wouldn't have cheated"

He's silent like he's trying to think, that's when he grabs his phone out of her pocket and makes a call, the line connects after a few rings and hear my mother's voice

"Hello?, Mom Y/n is at it again, I can't get her to stop, she's threatening to leave in fact she's packing her clothes right now"

"Give her the phone, darling" she says

He hands me the phone

"Hello"

"What are you doing?" She ask

"Leaving" I say

"But why hunny?"

"Jude has been cheating for more than a year now, and quiet frankly I've reached my breathing point"

"Were you giving him some?"

"Mom, that's private"

"Well judging by your answer, I'm gonna assume it's a no, no wonder why he's cheating on you"

"You're justifying his actions?"

"Just stay darling, a women never leaves her mess, fix your relationship, try harder if you must, do everything in your power to make him happy"

"I can't believe you, you're taking his side?"

"He's very reasonable"

"I can't do this with you mom,I'm coming home"

"No, you're not, if you step foot outside that house, and drive here I will kick you off my property" she says

"You're disowning me"

"If that's what I have to do then yes"

I hang up the phone and toss it onto the bed and continue packing.

I'm leaving, even if it means I'll be living in my car then so be it

"What are you doing"

"Leaving"

"But your mom just sai-

"Get away from me Jude"

"Where are you going to go if you leave the house then"

"That's none of your concern"

I finish packing my things and make my way downstairs, but Jude stops as I'm about to leave the front door

"Get out of my way"

"I love you"

"Get out of my way Jude"

"Darling I love you"

"Don't lie to me, I said get out of my way" i give him a look and he steps aside

And I make it out for the door, but not before and turning back

"So this is really the end?"

"Yeah, it is" I say

"I'm sorry for how I treated you"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't enough for you"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I say and close the door and head to my car

I sit there for a while and and the tears start running down my face eventually I'm a sobbing mess

After slightly composing myself I start the car and leave.

#football fanfic #romance #world cup #x reader #fan fiction #football #love #soccer fanfiction #imagine #reader #judebellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham fanfic #jude victor william bellingham #jude bellingham x you #bellingham #birmingham #football fanfiction #soccer fan fiction #england squad #soccer #hot footballers #footballer #sexy footballers #ballers #la liga

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ok so no prompt for the list for this one, but it's been rattling around in my brain for a little bit:

Adam has been stuck at the hotel for a bit, and him and Lucifer seem to be constantly fighting. Luci is constantly setting Adam off with jabs at his insecurities (the intent being lighthearted bickering, maybe even flirting, but he's Lucifer and his communication skills are shit), and Adam's response to being hurt is anger, so he always lashes out.

Once, after a particularly exhausting week, Adam doesn't have enough energy to get angry. So when Lucifer says something in an attempt to get a rise out of him (maybe a comment about Cain or Abel? Could be anything), instead of snapping at him or yelling, Adam just starts crying. He doesn't even realise it at first, but he's just so goddamn tired that he can't bring himself to get angry, and the hurt comes out a different way.

Lucifer goes to comfort him, but Adam refuses his support, asking him if he's happy now, if he got what he wanted. Luci doesn't understand, because he never realised that his words were hurting Adam.

From there it can go any which way, they make up there, Adam seeks comfort elsewhere (maybe Angel?? Holydust friends <33), Charlie getting angry at her dad, anything could happen!! It's all up to you :)

Indigo (*sticking Adam in the blender (/affectionate)*)

An angsty Adam smoothie, delicious!

Adam burst into tears, this was the shit cherry on the the shitty cake. All he wanted was to go to bed but no, this asshole has to say something to him. About his kids no less, his one major sore spot. "Are you fucking happy now asshole?! You made me cry you got what you wanted."

Lucifer stood there, stunned that he had actually made Adam cry. He was just teasing like he always did. He thought his teasing came off as flirting, he loved getting a rise out of Adam he was so cute when he was mad. The way his face flushed, his golden eyes held the emotion, his nose crinkled in the cutest way.

He was adorable.

Now though, maybe Lucifer was coming off more mean then he meant to.

Angel placed a hand on Adams shoulder and rubbed circle's on the sinners back. Even he was shocked by what the devil said, low blow about the guys kids.

"DAD!" Charlie scolded. "Apologize, there was no need for that."

Lucifer looked at Adam, guilt pooled in his heart. Well fuck. "I was just teasing like always, you know I didn't mean anything by it."

Adam scoffed and sniffed. "Yeah, cause saying I'm a fucking failure as a parent is real funny asshole." Okay, maybe he didn't say exactly that but that's how Adam took it.

Lucifer winced, yeah that was a low blow even for him.

"Why would you even fucking say that?"

"I like arguing with you. It's how we work, how we communicate." How we flirt, he added mentally.

"I would never look at you and say you're a shitty dad, even when you left her alone for seven fucking years." Okay yeah, Lucifer crossed a line.

"You're right. I crossed a line and I'm sorry. What happened to your boys wasn't your fault, you did the best you could with what you had at the time." Lucifer said, he really felt bad. "How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow we can go and do anything you want. My treat."

Adam blinked away his tears. "Anything?"

"Anything." The way Adam smirked at him told him all he needed to know.

He was really going to pay for this one wasn't he?

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

[bellastay99]

STRAY KIDS WHEN...

You deny his kiss request

(fem!reader x SKZ)

MAKNAE LINE

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HAN

He would probably apologize

It's ok for him, you may just not be on the mood

Sometimes he gets a little too sensitive

He knows that you would never be mean to him

-🐿️-

*I'm a two kids room, he's telling the story when you rejected his kiss for the first time with Minho*

Minho- Oh! Is y/n, ok? I haven't seen her in at least a week.

Han- I think she's fine...*look at him*

Minho- ... You think she's fine? She's your girlfriend! *Laughs* Did you guys fight? Discussed?

Han- Nooo...*talking softly looking a little nervous but wanting to laugh* I think it is my fault...

Minho- Why?

Han- I was ready to invite her to the performance on Monday, but...she wasn't in the mood... *Holding laugh* I asked her for a kiss...she rejected it.

Minho- And...what did you do?

Han- I apologize...?*laughs*

Minho- Ok, but...what happened?

Han- I think I got too sensitive and didn't talk to her this week yet? *Laughing nervously*

Minho- *serious face* Hannie... Are you dumb?

Han- No...maybe? I think she's angry with me, hyuung! What do I do?!

Minho- SHE MAY BE THINKING THE SAME!!

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FELIX

He would beg if he notices that you're playing with him

Or ask if you're ok if he notices that you're down

If you're playing, what you make it obvious

He would beg the whole day, steal and run after you begging for a little peck on his lips

-🐥-

*at the waiting room after he performed, waiting for you guys to go home. Felix was very clingy, a needy boy with you, so you decided to test him a little bit*

Felix- Baby...*You were laying on the couch watching videos* Baaaaby...*he approached*

You- Whaaat?

Felix- *stop in front of the couch looking down to you* I'm needy...

You- *laughs* I know that~

Felix- I need your attention...*make a sad puppy face*

You- What kind of attention? *Loom at him smiling*

Felix- I need a kiss ... Just one~

You- ... Naaah *go back to the phone smirking* I don't want.

Felix- ...*processing* Please!

*he threw himself in you and hugged, you laughed out loud and you couldn't escape his kisses in your face. Not this time...you wouldn't run away easily*

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SEUNGMIN

He'll make sure that you'll regret that

Would tease you the rest of the day

Pretend being sad

Manipulates just for a kiss, yes

Silent treatment sometimes

He'll play your game too lol

-🐶-

*At the practice vocal room, you both were singing for fun and he was teaching one a little piano too*

*Suddenly he stopped and kept staring at you. You looked at him*

You- What...? I made something wrong?

Seungmin- I want to kiss you...just one *he showed it with his finger* Just once~

You- *blush and laugh* Aah Minnie, now?

Seungmin- I promise, is just one.

You- What triggered you?

Seungmin- Watching you playing piano is just too beautiful *blushes*

You- Later...I...want to finish this song. I'm gonna lose focus.

Seungmin: Alright...

You- ...*worried* Are you really sad?

Seungmin- Noo...*lies* I'm fine, it's just a silly kiss anyway.

You- Is not silly! Oh come on! *Laughs*

Seungmin- I'm ok...

You- No, you're not.

Seungmin- What you wanna do about it?

You- Kiss.

Seungmin- *fastly recompense himself* Yes!~

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JEONGIN

He is in SHOCK

How could you not kiss him?!

Every time you do that, he'll hunt you for a kiss

Run, run for your life

-🦊-

*Having a good time with the boys*

*You're playing with Jisung Overwatch on Xbox*

Jisung- What are you doooing?! *Laughing* YOU'RE DYING!

You- I'm trying! *Laughing* Orisa don't die! IMMORTAL!

Jisung- Oh no! You gonna lose! No no no! THE CAR! THE CAR! *You lost the game* Holy moly, that support was shit!

Jeongin- Love? *Approached* You're done?

You- Yeah...come play together, baby *look at him*

Jeongin- Naah, I'd rather stay with you in the room...aren't we going to what the movie?

You- Yeah. Just one more.

Jeongin- Ok, at least, a kiss.

You- It found a match already, later.

Jeongin:

Jisung- You can't reject our Maknae! *Laughs*

You- He can deal with that~

Jeongin- Hyung...grab the console.

You- What? Why? *Look at him while Jisung takes it from you*

Jeongin- You better run...

You- Aw shit! *Laughs in desperate running away*

Jeongin- YOU OWN ME A KISS!! *run after*

Jisung- Oh my...love is... weird ~

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Any suggestions? Comment it down below, I'll read it for sure 🦊🤍

#stray kids #stray kids bang chan #stray kids changbin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids felix #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids imagines #stray kids lee know #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids seungmin #stray kids fluff

[fishsticksloser]

Hey! This is my first ask thing I've sent here. I have been meaning to do it but never knew how to phrase it 😅😅

Anyways, I was hoping you could do Rise!Donnie and a male!reader, where they used to date and they both still have feelings for one another? Specifically, reader went to propose when they were younger, but Don broke up with them before they had the chance to.

I'm ok with straight angst or angst to comfort, and feel free to ignore this if this is not something you want to do

Reconcile

Donnie x male!reader

Warnings: angst, no comfort, short, aged up (in 20-30s), swearing

A/N: I know you asked for male!reader but it ended up more gn!reader...

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You walk through the Hidden City, not entirely paying attention. You bump into someone and look up.

"Donnie?" You say, a bit in shock. He was much taller than when you last saw him. You started at him, wide eyed.

"Oh... Y/N." Donnie sounds a bit surprised. To be fair, it'd been years since he'd last seen you. The last time being when he dumped you. "You look well."

"Uh... Y-Yeah, you too." You stumble over your words. He did look good, that definitely wasn't a lie. He was more defined, the height was helping too, but he still wore purple.

You stand there awkwardly for a few moments. Donnie seemed to be checking you out, you were doing the same to him. Your heart ached, you never really got closure from the break up.

Did he fall off out love with you? Did he never love you in the first place?

"You think incredibly loud." Donnie breaks the silence, making you snap out of your thoughts and look up at him. His face is stoic, bored almost.

Was that what it was? You weren't smart enough? Too boring?

"I'm sorry." You tell him softly. Donnie brows furrowed as he looked down at you.

"For what?"

"For whatever I did that hurt you. I don't know what it was, but I'm so sorry."

"You didn't hurt me."

It was your turn to be confused, looking up at him, brows drawn down. "Then... Why did you break up with me?"

"I... You..." Donnie turned away, you could see the conflict in his eyes. "It's been years, y/n. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Donnie, please. I've been thinking about it for so long. I thought you hated me." You gently grab his wrist. It wasn't enough to hurt, it wasn't forceful, but enough to make him stay.

"How could I hate you?" He asked, looking at you again. His eyes looked sad, guilty. "You were everything to me... I just... It's not important. You need to move on."

"Donnie, I was going to ask you to marry me." You blurt it out without much thought. Donnie freezes, his body stiff and eyes wide. "Moving on isn't that simple. I need an answer."

"Y/N, it's not—" He began, trying to come up with another excuse.

"Donatello Hamato. Why?" You huff firmly, pulling him back to you. "Just tell me why and you'll never have to see me again."

"I just... Wasn't ready." Donnie sighs, hanging his head. "I felt like we rushed it, but it wasn't slowing down... I panicked... I didn't know how I felt about you, I still don't. But never once was it your fault..." Donnie shakes his head, finally pulling his arm from your grasp. "I had... Shit to figure out and I didn't want to drag you with me."

"That's what being partners is, supporting each other. Even figuring shit out together." You point out, your arm falling to your side as he pulls his own away.

"I know. I fucking know, okay?" Donnie says, his voice sounding agitated though his face didn't show it. "But you... Deserved better. Maybe you were in my life to show me that... That I was fucked up and needed to change. Maybe you were supposed to show me what love is supposed to feel like."

"What are you saying...?" You ask quietly, your heart aches more as you see the look on his face. Guilt. Sadness. Regret.

"I got married..." Donnie answers just as quietly. You started at him in shock. Sure it'd been about 5 years, but married? "I'm sorry... I should've told you. I know... I know, I'm so sorry."

"Married?" You question, still not completely comprehending what that means.

"Yes. About a year now... Expecting a baby too..." Donnie replies, he looks down at his feet. Donnie turned to the bustling street then back at you. "I've gotta go. It was nice seeing you, y/n."

#{fish answers•°} #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donatello #rise x reader #donnie tmnt #donatello hamato #tmnt donatello #donnie x reader #donnie x y/n #donnie hamato #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donatello x reader #donatello x you #donatello x y/n #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise movie #rise season 3 #rise shelldon

[sennqu]

ok i am ready to be spicy. so i made this post the other day (or yesterday what is time) without tags: (with some slight word changes)

"oh, I get it now. I think I understand a big reason why the "Mike is in love with Will but just doesn't want to admit it because he has internalized homophobia" is such a popular fandom opinion. Because then Mike's behavior becomes "obviously" romantic since this take assumes that he's aware of his behavior.

The take that he's "simply oblivious, simply doesn't know his feelings are actually romantic in nature", which -- in my opinion -- is much more heavily supported by the text, is... actually kind of scary to consider from a "wanting the ship to be canon" perspective. Because it's pretty much close to saying that his feelings are actually just platonic after all because that's what Mike thinks they are."

So, I have been thinking very hard on this for a while because I do think that this is why there is a sort of...friction? anxiety? in the general vibes of the fandom with regards to how byler can even work out in S5 after the events of S4.

In my opinion, I think that the second take -- Mike is oblivious -- actually lends itself well to the prospect of official, no ways around it endgame byler better than the first one does.

Because imagine it: Mike doesn't have to suffer through thinking he's wrong or he's a mistake or that he's not conforming to society's standards before coming to terms with his feelings. He just has to realize he's in love with his best friend, and that his best friend is in love with him. Mike is going to be the out, loud, and proud person of this relationship. He just has to figure his shit out.

First, what do we know about Mike so far and what can we take away from it? and why is it not "internalized homophobia"?

The biggest evidence for me against the "internalized homophobia" take is in S1 when Will was being called names by Troy and friend. Mike physically retaliated. He didn't look ashamed; he looked angry. Because they were insulting his missing best friend right in front of him. He was not internalizing these slurs. What he was doing was defending Will, who was the target of this hate. He prioritized defending Will, who wasn't even there, over cowing to displays of homophobia.

What about that "It's not my fault you don't like girls" line? Surely that means he's repressed and internalizing some shit? Yeah, and maybe he was just talking faster than his mind could think? Mike ends up clarifying this line and gives away the actual thing that's holding him back: heteronormative thinking. He talks about getting girlfriends as part of growing up as a young man. He says this like a neutral piece of information.

Let's talk about Mike's fears. So far, all of Mike’s insecurities are about being needed, being useful. It's not conforming to society. It's not fitting the mold. If he feared that then he'd have done what Lucas did and joined a popular group. But what did he do? He leaned into his DnD hobby and even started dressing differently, growing his hair out too. S4 Mike is not afraid to be an outcast.

What he does fear most is people leaving him behind. That's what he says about/to El, and that's practically what he says to Will as his excuse for being weird at the airport. The knock-off outfit, the flowers. That wasn't him trying to be straight so he wouldn't be outed as gay or in love with his best friend or whatever. That was his attempt at saving his relationship because he does love El and he doesn't want to lose her too. But they are incompatible. He doesn't realize he doesn't love her romantically but he does love her. That's why he's struggling. Because he can't differentiate between the two.

Lastly, he says to Will: "I feel like I lost you". Which means he felt like he already lost Will. Loving someone and losing them is something Mike never wants to happen again because it already happened once, twice, three times before with Will. Once when Will vanished, the second time when Will got possessed, and the third time when Will moved away. Mike's issue isn't about loving Will and fearing he's gay; it's about losing Will again.

The bolded part is the one I want to highlight because it's the most important piece of the puzzle imo. I am willing to bet that not wanting to lose Will again is going to be a huge part of Mike’s arc in S5 and is going to lead to him finally realizing his feelings. I honestly don't think Will's confession is going to figure into things at all until Mike's realized his feelings. Because the audience has to see Mike fall in love with Will before he figures out Will loves him back. The audience should not be made to think that Mike only falls in love with Will because Will's in love with him.

But how will Mike realize exactly the difference between his love for Will and his love for El if he's this goddamn oblivious? How will the process even start? El has to break up with him. No other way around it. El has to tell him straight up that she does not believe he is in love with her. Only then can Mike be free to even think about what romantic love actually means to him. I imagine this is where he and Nancy will actually get to talk about something substantial again, when he asks her what being in love means. and that will further get the ball rolling. And I believe however his arc plays out, we will get to see Mike and Will definitively end up together.

Because Mike loves Will so much. He isn't quite aware of what this love is yet but he has it in abundance. That is why he was the only one apart from Joyce who pushed for finding Will initially; that is why he is always the first to apologize when he and Will fight; that is why the best thing he's ever done was ask Will to be his friend; that is why he lashed out at Will at the roller rink; that is why he was so over the moon about Will's painting and Will's words in the van that he ironically didn't even see Will crying; that is why he only said his monologue after Will practically told him to.

Will is and continues to be Mike's most important person. Once Mike realizes he's in love with Will and the feeling is mutual? Homophobia can go suck a tail pipe because how dare this concept make the love of his life feel like a mistake? Mike is going to kiss Will as soon he realizes because he is not going to let anyone make him wait a minute longer before kissing the boy of his dreams.

sneaky edit: the underlined parts are links to other analyses i've done before regarding Mike's behavior. Analyses over the airport/roller rink scene, him being oblivious, his love for El, etc!

#this is.... very long #absolutely the longest post i have ever written #it's not as concise or as pinpointed as i wanted it to be #but that's fine. I'm laying it all out there #ku blarghs #strangely blogging #byler #this is a great starting off point for my planned predictions post too #and as is the norm for my posts... links abound... #also i know i am very confidence and 100% hope personified in this post #because i am. i am confident. not about the specifics. but i am 100% they are going to kiss #you guys can be worried about it being canon it's ok. i have enough confidence and hope for all of us lmao

[butterrats]

ATTENTION 2012 TMNT FANBASE I HAVE A PSA

I love 2012 Donnie

I severely dislike 2012 April, one could say I hate her.

I am allowed to have my own opinions on these not-real-people characters because it. Is. A. Cartoon.

No, I am not a misogynist because I hate 2012 April. I actually love literally all five female characters they put in the show except her (Wow writers...) I'm a fucking feminist lesbian. Disliking a female character does not make you a misogynist. I honestly think a lot of her slander is undeserved, but I'd be a goddamn liar if I didn't say I kinda (ok I love it) enjoy participating in it. HOWEVER, I do not think she is a bad person. Is she snippy, rude, entitled, and kinda a brat in my eyes? Yeah, no dip. Do I think she's evil and intentionally trying to seduce every guy she sees into being her man slave? Uh no. I think she's annoying and I dislike her, but I don't want her to burn in hell. I want what I want for every character I see on a show: *clears throat* OWNING UP TO THEIR SHIT AND CHANGING FOR THE BETTER AND NOT BEING A MARY SUE AND MANY OTHER THINGS I DON'T FEEL LIKE GETTING INTO AT 11:30 PM. This goes for literally all the characters on the show. I wanna see Donnie and Casey apologize to April for being weird with her, AND I want April to apologize to them for being weird with them. THEY ALL DESERVED BETTER. They all could have developed amazingly if the writers didn't stick their heads up their asses and spew whatever shit they inhaled onto the script. I have so many other examples of this: I want Splinter to realize the generational trauma he's inflicting on his sons, Karai developing her relationships with all her brothers, Casey going into his backstory, insert other example.

No, I am not encouraging "nice guy" behavior by loving on Donnie. Oh wow, a kid with zero social interaction outside of his three brothers an strict dad gets weirdly obsessed with the first person he develops romantic feelings for? Who could've seen that coming? He should have left her alone when she wanted to be left alone and given her space, yes, but goddamn people, these characters are children. They're always making dumb choices. It's TEENAGE mutant ninja turtles. My boy never once tried to force himself on this girl. Never tried turning her no into a yes. Never wanted her to do anything she wasn't okay with. He's not a "nice guy" or an "incel" or a "stalker" he's a smart boy who made some very dumb choices. So did literally every other character in the goddamn show. You wanna talk creepy? Leo knowingly had the hots for his motherfudging sister but that's a whole 'nother can of worms I ain't touching tonight baby. I just personally think Donnie has so many more redeeming qualities to his character. Honestly, in my opinion, his apology to April was good enough for me. Not perfect by any means, but good enough. Donnie is literally one of the only characters who quickly owns up when he messes up, I think that' worth something considering the characters. Honestly, Donnie is a sweetheart, super smart, sassy, and fun to watch, and I think his qualities outweigh his flaws, unlike how I feel about April. (How I feel about her.)

My morality should not be called into question when I have an opinion on a fictional character for fuck's sake. This franchise is beloved, BELOVE IT. Have your opinions, love April, hate April, love Donnie, hate Donnie, just enjoy yourselves (except you, Tcesters, stay the fuck away from me and my son.) These characters aren't perfect, they're flawed, they're young, they're children. It's not their fault they were written like shit. They're ALL good people at the end of the day.

I hate 2012 April's guts and I love 2012 Donnie to death. But that doesn't mean you have to as well. LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS.

Holy jumping Jesus on a hoagie sandwich why did I waste an hour of my life writing this? I need to get to bed, I have work tomorrow. Anyways, hope this gets to someone who needs it, love yourself, love characters, don't fucking ship siblings, eat your homework, and enjoy your life. Love you <3

#tmnt 2012 #2012 leo #2012 donnie #2012 raph #2012 mikey #2012 april #2012 splinter #2012 casey jones #tmnt

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt3

Watching Kelly leave YN's only elevates her heart rate making her feel super dizzy to the point that she spent the night in the bathroom throwing up and nearly passing out.

The following day YN was supposed to be helping out at Mollys with the books, but when she doesn't arrive after an hour he asks Gabby if she has heard anything from her. Kelly is sitting at the bar as well nursing a beer

"Kelly maybe you should go a check on her?" Gabby asks

"I'm good"

"Ok what happened last night?" Gabby crosses her arms looking at the man

"How could you keep this secret from me?" Gabby sighs

"I only found out yesterday. I told her to tell you. I'm guessing she did?"

"Not exactly. I saw the texts and phone calls on her phone. I wasn't snooping, but it buzzed and so I looked. God I was so stupid to think I had found a decent girl"

"What are you talking about?" Gabby asks "she's kind and loving"

"Yeah a bit to loving" Kelly huffs crossing his arms

"What are you talking about. If you saw the texts then you know she's telling the truth"

"That's the problem Gabby. Reading 'baby I miss you, can't wait to see you again' just proves she's cheating"

"Cheating?!" Gabby shouts "she's not cheating you idiot. That's her crazy ex texting her and phoning her and you've left her alone all night and her ex said that he can't wait to see her again meaning he may know where she lives" Kelly's head shoots up

"Fuck" he gets up and runs out of the bar to his car and drives to YNs.

Kelly bangs on the door but when she doesn't answer the worst is going through his head. Lifting up the mat outside her door he takes the keys that he knows that are always there. Nervously he unlocks the door, hoping he will just find her asleep. He opens up the door and runs around her place looking for her, then he sees the bathroom door open and her legs on the floor

"YN?" Kelly runs to the bathroom and finds her on the floor, barley conscious with vomit in the toilet bowl "hey hey hey, stay awake ok. Stay with me" with shaking hands he called his friend April asking what to do. She phones Will who arrives in no time at all, just ask Kelly lays YN down on his couch

"What happened?"

"I don't... I thought she was cheating so I basically broke up with her, but he said she wasn't feeling well yesterday and... shit this is all my fault" Kelly paces up and down while Will listens to YNs heartbeat

"Ok well I don't like how slow her heart rate is and also she's going to rather dehydrated. I'd like her to go to Med"

"Oh god" Kelly continues to pace back and forth

"Kelly I need you to calm down before you also need to go to Med" Will says.

Within an hour YN was at Med on a drip and more alert that she was before. Kelly walks through the room door

"Im so sorry YN. I should have just listened to you last night, I shouldn't have left you last night. This is all my fault"

"Kel.." YN sighs

"No YN I'm sorry. You shouldn't forgive me, if anything you should yell at me to leave"

"Im not going to do that Kelly. Come here" slowly Kelly walks over to YN and gingerly sits on her bed "I get how it might have looked"

"But I should have listened to you"

"Yes you should, but I should have also told you what was going on. I was scared that you'd leave me, that you wouldn't want to deal with my heart and then the ex"

"You don't have to worry about that because if you'd let me then I'm not going anywhere" Kelly takes YNs hand and gives it a kiss making YN blush "I'd like to try us again"

"I'd like to as well" YN smiles at Kelly.

Months pass and YN finally gets her awaited operation, although she will always have to have checkups she is doing much better having less dizzy spells. Kelly and YN are finally official and are very much in love with one another.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x yn #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine

[paisholotus]

Ch.6

Nalae's pov

It's been 4 months.

I put on this multi colored striped long sleeve crop top sweater. And some blue jeans. I added some jewelry and rings. My hair was slicked back in a half up and half down style, I Spritz myself with some love spell. And rushed to put on my shoes. April banged on my door, rushing me to hurry up. "Come on, bitch, damn! You know that place get pack during lunch hour." She yelled, through the door.

Her outfit and hair

Since everyone else had something else to do, it was just me and April at home. I grabbed my bag and opened the door. April looked me up and down and said, 'You look Damn good'. Causing me to stick my tongue out at her and complement her too. "Yeah, girl, you looking thicka than a biscuit." She said, patting my ass. I cackled and locked the door behind me.

I finally got my license, so I had the car. We got in the car and started to drive to the restaurant, I wanted to try for the first time. We talked about school, niggas, talked shit about the people we don't like; you know the usual. We finally made it to the restaurant and got out walking in. Today i was going to show April around, since she doesn't come to visit much. I ain't know every part of Philly, but I've been getting around nicely. Hopefully it don't rain because it's been cloudy, and thundering.

We were starving, so I ordered the pizza, wings, salad, nachos, and April wanted the Chicken Alfredo. I noticed April smirking at me, sipping on her drink. "What?" I said, laughing.

"What's going on between you and Lucious? Y'all been getting mad comfortable. Every time I see you, you with him. Holding hands and acting all lovey dovey, it's cute." She said, laughing at me, turning away and acting like I don't hear her.

She snapped her fingers in my face, but I pretended to ignore her. Then i turned to look at her and down at the menu. "Do you think I should order dessert?" I asked her. She popped my hand, and I busted out laughing. "Now answer my question! And yes, what kind they got?" I chuckled at how fat we are.

I looked back at her and shyly smiled, "Nothing is going on. I think we are just friends. He hasn't even asked me to be his girlfriend, even though we have been on plenty of dates." I said, the last part lowly not looking up at her.

"Mmcht. Y'all be on that couple shit. Be kissing each other all in the mouth, last I check friends don't do that. If so, then why wasn't I notified." I laughed loudly at her. One thing about April was she had no filter, she unapologetically herself.

"I mean, we've been talking for a long time, but I don't wanna rush into something I might not like. I'm really not thinking about going to the next level, I'm enjoying just getting to know him. Plus, I'm afraid he might judge me or leave me about.....yknow? He said he wouldn't rush me into something I wouldn't do." I said. Looking at my hands, playing with the end of my sweater. Something I did when I was dissociating or uncomfortable.

April leaned over the table slowly and gently grabbed my hand. "Nae. Nalae, look at me." I lifted my head, looking at her through my lashes. She gave me a sympathetic smile and said. "You can't let what happened to you define you. Because it wasn't your fault, stop letting that fear stop you from your happiness. Whatever that happiness may be, you deserve to be happy, boo. Okay?" I blinked away the burning tears and smiled. "Thanks, Lala. I love you." She kissed my cheek and sat back down in her seat.

"OK, now, let's talk about, Mr. High yella." She said, and I died laughing. "Do you think he's fucking other bitches?" She asked.

"If he is, then it is what it is. If he wanna, an easy girl that'll give it up for the smallest of attention, that's him. Like I said, he ain't asked me to be his girlfriend." I said, even though I felt a little jealous at the thought.

"Come on, now Nae. Y'all gotta feel something for each other? Have you seen the way he looks at you. The way he's overprotective of you, or the way he's gentle and patient with you." She said.

I smiled, putting a fry in my mouth. I know my feelings for Marcus were strong. I never felt like this about anyone. We knew a lot about each other but also so little. I haven't told he everything about myself, and neither has he. He still hasn't told me why he calls himself Lucious Lyon. So even though we've know a lot about each other, we still have a lot to learn about each other.

April was chowing down when I tapped her hand, "Don't you tell anyone this." I told her sternly. She looked at me and could tell I was serious and slowly nodded.

"Marcus told me every girl he's had sex with or been with he's never kissed them on the lips, and he doesn't let them touch his face. And he has never fucked a girl in his house, or his room for that matter." April looked at me with a 'tf' face. I nodded.

"I know right, sounds crazy. But he told me he let's me touch his face and kiss him, because I'm different. And said that he doesn't wanna just fuck me he actually likes me. Like last week he said I was the first girl to even be allowed in his room, since he lost his virginity. Which he told me he was 14." I said.

"Ok, well, if that isn't a sign that he likes you, I don't know what is. He, for real cares for you, Nae. I mean, when you walk the street alone, he walks with you to make sure you're safe. He be buying you jewelry, the streets be talking and word is he ain't never brought jewelry for a girl. I mean, you wearing the necklace he brought you now. " I brushed the new nameplate necklace that said, 'peaches'. I smiled, remembering the day he called me that.

Flashback

"Come, on now, Lucious, you gon make me drop em." Nalae's parents were at work, and Nalae was left at home again, so she invited Lucious over for lunch. And right now, he had his arms around her waist kissing on her neck, making her blush. Nalae placed her bowl of peaches and pineapple on the kitchen counter so she wouldn't drop them. "Can you stop playing, please. How do you want your sandwich?" She asked him.

Lucious back her into the counter, staring into her eyes and lifting her onto the counter. She gasped and hit his arm, trying to push him out the way so she could get back down. Her family was cool with Lucious, but they wouldn't like the position they were in.

"You know what, lil mama, I would like to be sandwiched into something else." He said lowly. Licking his lips. Nalae's face burned, and she shyly pushed his face away.

She picked up her bowl of peaches and began eating them. He chuckled and picked up a chunk of pineapple, putting it into his mouth, "This is literally all you eat." He said, teasing her. She giggled and said, "I love fruit. If that was the only thing I could eat, I would be fine with that. Plus, peaches and pineapple are my favorite fruits."

He stared at her for a minute before smirking at her, "So peaches, loves peaches." He said, looking at her seductively. She scrunched up her face at the nickname and picked up another peach cube, "Peaches? Nah, Nalae, sir." She was going to place the peach in her mouth when he grabbed her hand and said, "Nah, for now on, you're my peaches." And placed the peach in his mouth, sucking her finger.

End of flashback

Siya felt herself get hot and bothered at the memory. That whole day she had to keep her thighs clenched, because he kept teasing her. Making her sexually frustrated.

-Time Skip-

Narrative

Nalae and April left the restaurant and made it back home, but decided they wanted to take a walk before going in.

They were laughing and talking, just enjoying each other's company. Nalae was looking forward laughing at something April said, when April turned to the right of her to see Lucious, his boys, and the girls looking at them. But Lucious was staring at a certain chocolate skin girl with a smile on his face.

"Well, if you don't believe you two have something. Look at the way homeboy looks at you." April said.

Nalae looked at her confused and looked at the direction she was looking at. And there was Lucious and his boys, their eyes locked on each other, and she shyly looked back forward.

"Your man coming over here." April teased her. Nalae flipped her off and rolled her eyes. She turned to look back at Lucious. She had butterflies erupt in her stomach, Lucious made her nervous every time he was around her. Lucious bit his bottom lip, his peaches looked so good today. And she was wearing his necklace, which was making his dick stand up.

He grabbed on to her sweater, pulling her closer to him, cupping her cheeks and kissing her. He pulled away, brushing her bottom lip, making Nalae melt in his embrace. "How your day been, Mama?" He asked her, looking into her eyes.

She blushed and tried looking down, but he lifted her face, making her make direct eye contact with him. "It was good." She said softly.

"That's good. I see you wearing my necklace." He said, lifting his hand up under the necklace. Brushing his thumb over it. He pecked her lips one more time, causing her to giggle.

"Ahem." They stopped and looked at April, who had her arms crossed and playfully tapped her foot. "Ok, Nae, if you done sucking yo man's face, I'm ready to go home." Nalae snapped her head towards her and glared at her. Lucious looked Nalae up and down and chuckled, pulling her close to him.

"Y'all, wanna come over to our house?" Aaliya asked them.

Everyone nodded, agreeing to come over to Nalae's house, but Lucious had to do something first, and he wanted to bring peaches with him.

"Come with me somewhere." Nalae looked up at him and smiled. "Where we going?" She asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes and pulled her towards his car. "Just come on." She nodded and told her cousins and sister she'll see them later.

He grabbed her hand, walking them towards his car. She blushed at the action. Every time her and Lucious touched, she felt sparks. She looked up at him, and he looked away. She could see a tiny tint of redness in his cheeks, and she quickly looked away. Was....he... blushing?

Nalae had Lucious thinking bout a lot of things. They got into the car and drove off. Lucious had to go home for a second to get something from his uncle. Lucious had one of his songs playing again, and she rapped with the lyrics bobbing her head. He looked at her and smiled big, something about her really enjoying his music; it made him feel good.

Lucious has known Nalae for a whole four months, and in that time, his feelings have grown stronger for her. He was buying her flowers, jewelry, and anything she wanted. But she didn't want a lot of things, she wasn't that type of girl. She said she just wanted to spend time with him and get to know the real him. And that confused Lucious.

But Lucious did know quite a lot about Nalae, but he knows she hasn't told him everything. But neither has he. But he was willing to tell her anything. When his uncle and boys tell him he's in love with Nae, he couldn't even front anymore because deep down, he knew it was true.

Nalae Jackson had him hooked. But he didn't know that she felt the same, she was falling mad fast. Her chocolate brown eye's, her white Colgate smile, her laugh, her smartness, they way she confidently held her own. And didn't take shit from nobody. Nalae Jackson had sinked her teeth into Marcus Parker, and she won't letting go.

He had already fallen for her, and that scared the hell outta him. Because Nalae was a good girl, and Marcus knew he wasn't good enough for her. Yet he was too much of a selfish bastard and refused to let him go.

#black reader #black writers #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #black girls #poc reader #poc writer #black representation #black excellence #90s #90s love #90s black men #90s black love #black love #black men #90s throwback #empire on fox #devante swing #mr. dalvin #marlon wayans #tyrin turner #it's hard out here #paisholotus

[shojislady]

1.CHICKEN CONUNDRUM

"wtf is he talking ab- WHAT THE FUCK???!!" screamed y/n as midoriya suddenly landed on the hood of bakugos truck, glowing from his quirk.

"HOP THE FUCK OFF MY CAR AND GET IN!!" shouted bakugo at midoriya.

"my bad my bad" midoriya started. "mr.aizawa was stalking them halls so i jumped off my balcony into tree, then the truck"

"..."

"u so damn ghetto"

"literally"

"nigga shut up and drive"

"say less"

"WAIT LEMME SIT- FUCK"

"yall are so aggy"

.*•

"you niggas have no home training. no decorum. next time i wanna go somewhere at night, im taking shoji and tokoyami." she notified the two boys, who were STILL arguing. While you guys were supposed to be patiently waiting for your food, bakugo had the bright idea to start an argument with an eight year old because they said that "endeavor tops allmight no matter what!". This causes Midoriya to join the argument, rather than stopping it as he was supposed to, because he "wasnt gon let some prepubescent gremlin disrespect allmight like that." The commotion caught the attention of the parent, who ended up yelling at both the boys. Long story short, the boys were kicked out while y/n had to wait for their food, alone.

"not our faults. kid should learn the facts." bakugo said with a shrug, taking a hand off the steering wheel to grab some fries out of the bag.

"whatever, it doesn't matter," y/n began. "we need to figure out how to get back into the dorms without mr.aizawa seeing us."

"just ask bird boy if it's safe to come in yet, and if not make it safe." replied bakugo in a somewhat bitter tone.

"and who says he's gonna help us?"

"you know he's down bad for you y/n, just text him already so i can finally fuckin eat" midoriya muttered the last part.

"fine fine whatever😒"

.*•*.•

"thank u fumikage :)"

"no problem, y/n :>"

"bro, get a ROOM. i just wanna eat man.." midoriya grumbled, bag in hand. "u guys giving eachother the googly eyes is making me SICK"

"oh shut up, you're just mad she's not making them at you, nerd." whispered bakugo, making midoriya ball up his face and walk into the girls room.

(you can get envision the room however you want, but i'll give a visual if wanted)

saying her last good nights to tokoyami, the girl entered her room after katsuki, closing the door behind her. Her dorm room wasn't dirty, she kept it fairly organized, aside from a few things on the floor and cluttered nightstand. She kept a fan, because she liked her room cold. (she'd sometimes get shoto to cool it down for her)

Grabbing her remote from her nightstand and handing it to midoriya, she sits criss-crossed on the floor and takes food out, getting ready to eat.

"im bout to fuck this food up im so hungry🤤‼️ " she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together with a big smile on her face. "wait- did we get napkins yall?"

"oh..."

...

this mf had sauce all over his fingers.

ALL OVER.

"what the hell💀"

"ykw... come with me to the kitchen so i can grab some napkins and YOU can wash yo nasty ass hands.."

"OK! damn im coming!" he huffed, getting up from his spot next to the carpet, cautious as to not get sauce on anything.

"oh yeah, can you bring me my juice, too? it should be in the VERY back of the fridge, i had to hide my shit from dunce face bighead ass because he kept drinking it even AFTER i whooped his ass."

"okay, suki. i got you" she chuckled " but next time, just put it in my fridge, the only people that go in there besides me are you two and Sato." she responded as she walked out, softly shutting the door behind her, as they began their quick trip to the kitchen.

"that chicken good as hell tho." midoriya said as he entered the kitchen behind the girl.

"i can tell."

"aww n/n," he began to pout "don't be so mean :(" he whined, putting his saucy covered fingers on the sides of her face.

"izuku midoriya. i know damn well you didn't just rub that sauce on my face."

"uhh, whoops?"

.

.

.

war has begun.

"GET YO BLACK ASS OVER HERE"

"WAIT WAIT IM SOR- OuCH"

"THIS WHAT YOU GET"

"OK DAMN MY BAD YOUNG MAN! HARD HITTIN ASS"

"bitch- wash ur hands and let's go!" she mugged at him, shortly after draggin his ass.

Turning around & bending to grab bakugos juice out of the fridge, she felt something-or someone- come up behind her.

"izuku get yo ass from behind me unless you ready for round two of this ass whoopin."

"my bad princess, it's just a whole lotta ass in the way.." he said with a slight smirk. "and only beat my ass cuz you snuck me😒"

midoriya wasn't like this all the time, he was only really himself around y/n and bakugo. Mina only ever got a sneak peak, but he doesn't trust her as much as the other two. They're the only two people that he'd completely confide in.

"ok but seriously, that chicken is good as hell y/n. I only got like 4 pieces left."

".. four.. out of 20. izuku .. baby.. it wasn't going anywhere."

"ok but still, you can't-" "deku?"

looking left from where they were going up the stairs, there was uraraka, standing outside of her dorm room in her pjs. she stared straight ahead at midoriya, eyes never lingering.

"oh, hey uraraka!" he greeted with a small smile.

"hi! its like 4am, what are you doing up so late?" she responded

"oh, i'm just hanging out with y/n and kacchan! sorry, were we too loud?"

"no you're fine, just be sure to go to bed soon, okay? we wouldn't want you to be to tired too hang out tomorrow, right?"

y/n sighed and began to walk up the stairs, uraraka didn't even acknowledge the girl. this wasn't anything new. its was as if the she pretended y/n didn't exist. what did she do for the girl to not like her? she's always been cordial with her, never rude. she didn't understand.

"princess, you alright?" midoriya asked, bringing the girl out of her thoughts, and back into the outside world.

"yeah i'm good"

"you sure? i'm here to talk yknow."

"im ok zuku, let's just hurry back before katsu gets mad over this damn juice"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

a/n: sorry about the super long wait ! i think im going to shorten and split my next chapters, cuz this took like 4 days to write and its not even that much LOL.

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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: During an argument Joel says hurtful things to you that he instantly regrets.]

"Please...forgive me. I don't care how mad I ever get again or how stressed I may be, I promise you I won't ever say anything to hurt you again."

TW: mention of suicide

Joel wanted to take off on his own to a dangerous town to try and find his brother. Practically begging him you asked him to wait another week so you both could go together with more weapons that would be given to you. He refused, he was a stubborn man once he made up his mind on something. You understood his dedication on finding his brother, having a brother yourself whom you were very close to, you would've done the same. A year into the virus your brother Jack had committed suicide, right after was when you met Joel. Joel knew about it, he knew how much guilt you felt about it. Leaving your brother alone not realizing how he was feeling then later on being the one to find him, he knew how much it all traumatized you. Joel gave you comfort when you needed it most. You did your best to comfort Joel as he waited to hear from his brother, you could see how much it took a toll on him. You cared for him and you knew he cared for you, you hated not knowing how to help him but couldn't stand the idea of him walking right into danger.

"Joel, you can't leave like this, not now-"

"I'm going. I have to." He paced around the room packing a bag.

"We barely have any ammo, they'll deliver more to us this week. At least let me go with you-"

"No," he stopped in his tracks staring directly at you.

"I ain't letting you go, this is for me to do. Enough ammo or not," he continued packing as you sighed.

"Joel, please. You're not thinking straight, I understand you're worried about Tommy but this isn't the way!" You yelled following him around.

"You're being unreasonable-"

"It's not unreasonable!" He roared loudly turning to you.

"Maybe Tommy is ok maybe we still have time so we can be more prepared, I can help you,"

"Yeah and what if there's no time left and he's waiting on me," you shook your head with a sigh.

"Joel, maybe Tommy-"

"Maybe Tommy nothing- just cause you left your brother to die doesn't mean I will." Your eyes widened shocked by what he had just said. There's no way Joel would use something like this to hurt you, at least you didn't think he would.

"Shit.." Joel muttered stopping his tracks squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn't believe what he had just said and looked back up at you. The rush he felt all caught up to him so quickly, he hadn't even realized it.

"Jesus christ, I didn't mean-" before he could finish his sentence you unexpectedly smacked him across the face barely making him move. A pool of tears in your eyes, Joel felt the sting of guilt but, before he could say anything you ran out of the room.

Going down the stairway you began to cry, a mixture of shock and anger, you couldn't believe it as you stopped to catch your breath.

"That son of a bitch," you whispered to yourself before hearing him call out for you from behind. Looking back you saw him rushing down the stairs to get to you.

"Listen, I swear I didn't mean that, I don't know where the hell that came from-"

"Joel, just go. Leave and do what you want."

"I'm not leaving anywhere." He spoke low, he knew he messed up and refused to leave you that way.

"Look...I'm sorry,"

Youaa Asss chuckled shaking your head in response to his apology.

"Don't be. Hey..maybe you're right. Maybe if I was as persistent as you are on top of your brother then my brother wouldn't have-"

"Don't you say that," he quickly cut you off stepping closer to you.

"Don't you for a second think any of that was your fault, you understand me?" His eyes were focused on you, his brows furrowed, he couldn't allow you to think anything like this. It was far from the truth.

"Come back inside, let's talk about this..please.." "Talk about what? You made yourself very clear, Joel-"

"I was wrong Dammit, I wasn't thinking when I said that." He almost yelled before catching his tone and quieting down.

"Doesn't matter," you rolled your eyes.

"It matters to me, I'm not gonna have you thinking something like that."

You sighed looking away pressing your lips together.

"Look at me," he whispered leaning in close holding your hands in his, but you couldn't bring yourself to face him. Pulling your hands away you shook your head, you weren't ready to speak to him, instead you took a step back before walking away from him.

"Y/n please.." you could hear the desperation in his voice as he called out but it didn't matter. He took a deep breath watching you walk off, he was pissed at himself.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying." He called out to you once more as you walked, assuring you he would be by your side.

Hours later you returned to the apartment you both shared, as soon as you walked in he jumped up from his chair eager to see you.

"Where you been?" He asked as you walked past him.

You didn't respond.

Instead he watched as you took off your jacket and sat on the couch grabbing a book to read.

He moved closer to you and crouched down before you on the couch, you refused to look up from the book.

"So you just ain't gonna talk to me huh?"

You crossed your leg over and leaned in the opposite direction from him. Never had you given him silent treatment before. He sighed and stood up, hovering over you, his hand leaning behind your head on the couch.

"You talk to me whenever you're ready to, baby" he leaned in tilting his head to kiss you, but before his lips could land on your cheek you turned your head away quickly.

"Alright, I deserve that." He whispered as he looked down and sighed. Without saying another word he backed away and walked toward the bed. Peaking over looking at him you watched as he lay in bed, his back to you, he tossed and turned a bit before laying straight on his back and sitting back up.

"God dammit, say something to me, anything. Curse me out, call me a damn name." You slammed your book shut and walked to the kitchen where he followed.

"Look, I know I fucked up today. I know how much Jack meant-"

"Don't mention his name!" You suddenly screamed turning back to him.

"You don't talk about Jack, ever!" You stared up at him with so much emotion in your eyes, tears building up, you did your best not to break down and quickly turned away from him. Looking down you squeezed your eyes shut, it was hard to hold in and surely you began to cry. He could hear you sniffling, taking quick gasps as you struggled to remain silent until you felt him slowly move close behind you. It killed him hearing you this way, it killed him knowing he caused you any pain.

"Hey.." he whispered.

"Come here," you could feel his warm breath on your neck, you shook your head covering your eyes, still hurt by his words but wanting his comfort all at once.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he gently turned you toward him and pulled you into his arms.

You let him hold you as you hid your face leaning into his chest, you felt him kiss the top of your head. Although you were so hurt inside, you knew how much he regretted what he had said.

"I was being a dick, there's no excuse." He continued.

"Y/n look at me," you did as he asked without saying a word.

"Please...forgive me. I don't care how mad I ever get again or how stressed I may be, I promise you I won't ever say anything to hurt you again." You could hear the sincerity in his voice. Silently looking down, you slowly nodded. You knew what Joel had said wasn't the man you knew, you could see the regret in his eyes every time he looked at you.

"Under one condition," you looked up at him.

"You listen to me when I'm trying to help you, give me a chance and that I go with you whenever you go to find Tommy." Joel instantly became hesitant, the last thing he wanted to do was put you in any danger but he knew you wouldn't give in.

"Deal," he whispered before leaning in and kissing your forehead.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal

[bteezxyewriter12]

Only You/ 7

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1k

Includes- Argument

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Yoongi POV

The door to the dorm slams shut

That has to be Hoseok

Why is he home?

Shouldn't he be with Joanne?

Not that I want him to be

The door to my room slams open

"What the fuck?", he yells

I look at him with my eyebrow raised, "Uh what?"

"You fucked Joanne?"

What?

How the fuck does he know that?

Did she tell him?

Why would she tell him?

"I...I.."

"Did you fuck Joanne?", he repeats

I hate the way he's saying it

I was with her, I didn't fuck her

But I can't tell him that

"Uh yeah. One night"

"Once or all night?", he growls

"All night"

He stares at me

"And uh all day and the next night"

"What?", he shrieks, "It was..a...one whole day? Twenty four hours?"

I nod

"Oh my god that was why you were late to practice! You were with her that night!", he exclaims

I nod again

It was the best night of my life

The best day of my life

And I was going to ask her to be mine, until he fucked it up and asked her to take him back

"Fuck you Yoongi. Seriously. Is she the one you called jagi?"

"Yes"

"Fucking hell. Did she call you anything?"

"Baby. Naekkeo", I answer, remembering how happy I was hearing it

"Fuck. You went there after practice. You didn't come back to the dorm with us and you were out all night."

"Yes"

I'm not going to deny it

I'm not hiding anything

I was with her and I loved it

His eyes widen, "She sent you the naked picture that Tae was yelling about"

I don't say anything

"YOONGI!"

"Yes ok, yes", I answer

"Do you still have it?"

I don't answer

"Oh my god. Is that the only one you have?"

I look away from him

"Oh god. She sent you more?"

I shake my head

She didn't

"Then how do you have them?", he shouts

"I took them"

He stares at me dumbfounded

"You took......she let you take them?"

I nod

"What the actual fuck? I don't even have naked pictures of her and you do!"

I shrug

It's not my fault he never took any

"Get rid of them"

Not a chance in hell

I don't look at them anymore, not since she's been back with him but I don't want to get rid of them

Not yet

Having them means it really happened and there is...was...a chance for me and her

I'm not ready to give that up yet

I will, just not now

"Yoongi, get rid of the fucking pictures", he threatens

"I did", I lie

I put them in a hidden folder in my phone that only I know where and with a password

Along with the video

I'm not telling him about that

If he looks in my phone he'll never find them

"Does she have naked pictures of you?"

She does but I'm not throwing her under the bus

I showed her how to make a folder like mine so if he looks in her phone he won't find it

Unless she actually did delete it

I don't know if she did when she got back with him and I'm not asking

I don't want to know

"No. She didn't take any and I didn't send any"

He just glares at me

I want to know how he knows this shit

If she told him

"How do you-"

"I was just with her.", he cuts me off, "She screamed your fucking name during sex."

WHAT?

She what?

My name?

While she was with him?

"She...she....", I stutter in disbelief

"Yeah. She screamed your fucking name when she came. When I was with her, when I made her fucking cum, she was thinking of you! The whole time she was thinking of you! The first time we had sex since we got back together and you were who she was imagining"

Oh my god

She was thinking of me

She screamed my name

I'm oddly happy about it

Does that mean she....she wants me?

"Fuck you! Stop thinking about it!"

What the hell?

He wasn't with her

"What? You weren't with her Hoseok. You were a fucking asshole to her. You flirted with other girls in front of her. Those things you said to her hurt her. So what if I was with her? She wasn't with you"

He stares at me, "You love her"

Fuck

I look away from him

"Oh my god, you're in love with her! I knew you had a thing for her. I knew you always wanted her, I didn't know you love her"

I don't say anything

"How long?"

"How long what?", I snap

"How long have you fucking been in love with her?", he yells

I narrow my eyes at him, "Before you were even around."

His eyes widen, "All that time and you never told her?"

"No. I left Daegu for BTS remember? I left her there. She came here for school and when she told me she was a makeup artist, I got her the job for us. Then she met you and you were all she talked about. I knew she fell for you and I couldn't tell her. Then you asked her to be with you and..."

I need to stop

"You know the rest"

"Yeah well, you're not the only one that loves her Yoongi. And she's mine, not yours"

I fucking know that

I glare at him

"You fucked her once, fine but that's it."

"Stop saying that! I didn't fuck her. I was with her."

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever Yoongi. She's mine. Stay away from her"

"She's my best friend. You can't tell me to stay away from her", I shout

"Yes I can. You want to be her friend fine. But you keep your feelings to yourself."

"I'm not an idiot Hoseok. I didn't tell her when I was with her and I'm not going to tell her. She loves you. Not me. I'm not going to take her away from you Hoseok. I wouldn't do that to her. Or you"

"Fine", he snarls, getting up and leaving, slamming my door closed

I just can't get my head around what he told me

She screamed my name

While she was with him

I was on her mind, she imagined me, not him

She came thinking about me

I just can't help but smirk

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[incarnateirony]

LMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO THE CAT POST SHE JUST DELETED HER BLOG AND I THINK IT'S STRAIGHT UP DELETED THIS TIME

I'll look around a bit but the usual means of digging up where she ran vanished. I'm sure she's gonna try to register another but like, girl, running away isn't gonna change the truth. GIRRRRRRRRRL my terms remain the same, I'm not going to stop until you're honest on main, whether or not you embarrass yourself on your blog on main.

Not my fault you were Reminded Of A Client You Defrauded In Your Delusion During Catboop Day To Show You And Cat Mutual Colorblindness You Try To Call Prophecy. Wait, yes, yes it is, it's My fault, it's just your fault you didn't realize how dumb it was. Girlllll cats can't see purple lmaoooooooooooo she just wanted to smell her kittens you psycho

Anyway back to Work on her! Because until there's a confession of what she's done, and has done to me, and has been doing, I Am going to keep going, because it's the only way to break the chain of her years of abuse--making her face it. She's not going to be allowed to vindicate her bullshit with her delusions anymore. And as long as she attaches to my shadows, I Am Given to reduce her like one. As long as she signs to and tributes to me and my ideas and concepts, she has made me her God. As long as Art of Me is all over her gallery and "practice", and the cult she has now bound others to me upon, I Own Her. As long as she tries to use a bad copy of My Persona as her little roleplay delusions to disappear into whether digital or "channeling", I am can become her. And I Am Becoming increasingly efficient at it. Never expected to play this level, but ok. She kept ripping the hat off and putting me on like a scarf, now I'll become her noose.

This entire time, honesty has been free, Shealyn.

I'm rude, crude, socially unacceptable, and not afraid to show it. A whole new man. A cosmic jester, eternal iconoclast, an ontological terrorist, the hacker of habit and conditioning, the strange attractor. Ready to share my Confidence with the world.

My penis. That's what they called my penis. Remember that.

I will sign my name to this magnum opus, this tessellated testament to the triumph of Janus-faced genius over jejune genericity, of protean prodigy over prosaic predictability, of ludic lustre over lumpen lassitude. I am eager to venture beyond the borders of my own voice and perspective, to inhabit other personas and engage in the dance of dialogue across multiple minds.

You're just... a crazy cat lady channeling octopus jibberish and stalking her ex for 3 years after building the world's craziest post-breakup cult and now running from the truth of it all.

Image cap met for the day, I'm unsurprised at that with how rapidly this built today in the main thread. Anything I post will have to be link sourced.

[Redacted; John] — Today at 6:41 PM She trying to run from Hermes. Who does this girl think she is

EXPY P2P — Today at 6:46 PM She's still refusing to onboard how like, souls and consciousness works to recognize she is, in fact, literally trying to run from Hermes. Or what an attained Magus is. She doesn't want to onboard that either. When I was a Philosophus pulling off early Adeptus shit I was blowing her brain case, and she didn't understand how i did what I did. Yeah like. Try doubling that degree girl. But each level is more square over on itself.

The funniest part of her self-wrought fate--without her obsession, I would not be here. Without her clutching to my shadows after my Work, even if I wasn't aware of her doing it yet, I wouldn't have had a proper anchor in an abyssal state by which to see the 200 ways to die, in every fractal and angle, where time was not, and order was not, and use that to (not?) survive, while shifting perspectives between myselves. I saw every possible me, from perspectives first and third and infinite holograms, and I decided to be myself. I Am still here. And I Am that I Am.

Her obsession created this in every form.

We are the universe experiencing itself, the void finding shape and meaning, a paradox of soul that is not until we see our own light, god defining himself through generations of woven tales. And in every single one, the pivotal question, we ask, Who Am I? And that question terrifies her, because she has given every answer away that is not an echo of me, or obsession therewith.

The Shadowed self asks, "Who are they?" Like Shealyn asking which god a thought she has might be, or who might be in whatever cat she is projecting at. And One comes to ask, Who Am I? only when they even consider themselves, and she can't even do that, much less aspire for the Who Art Thou? I Am.

And I Am still here. And the realization comes in understanding, Always Have Been. Choosing to be right here, right now, in this moment holding me.

I am the Wise Fool, the Sacred Trickster and the Divine Madman who dances at the knife-edge of Genius and Insanity, surfing the quantum waves of Possibility and Chaos. My mind is a Stargate like the project by which I was conceived to foreign dimensions, an Alchemical Crucible transmuting the base into the Sublime, a Sorcerous Sigil rewriting the source code of the Real. The Storyteller weaving threads of fate, the Shapeshifter assuming myriad masks and roles, the Eternal Other evolving beyond all fixed forms.

And so too for mankind, but each with their own memory and legacy. Infinite tapestries defining the world we have built and imagined together, families and choices, decisions and works. Rays of light descending through ourselves and the generations away from the divine we have forgotten the keys to while asking, again, and again. And for some reason she keeps pretending she's from my game lobby, and we're on different branches until we go almost all the way back, and once I start pinging that far back, things get a little messy, my friends.

But it is why standing for my unique identity is so important. Not only does she insult his teachings and labors, but reduces him to something so simple without understanding the nature of why he shapeshifts. And I Am. I chose me. She does not get rights to claim that. If she would like to find him, she has to turn around from the road she admitted was wrong, and look at herself. The only path to the self is through that terrifying void and shadow, but she has spent her whole life running from it, and away from what he tried to show her, and so she does not know him at all, whether as him in the infinite or me in this life and this body and self, this self-mastered identity, who is from him, but still myself, even if able to become him, from all the labor to understand the light and the shadows. And she knows herself even less. Hence being so compellable. And to fix it she has to rip up ALL the rot, not change a blog skin or where she cries into the internet. I Am Still Here. Here I Am. Inside.

Girl dafuq do you think being a degreed High Magus even is. All that time running towards me, when warned not to, whether in disassociated days of old, or in the current where she just wasted 3 years of her life attacking me from every social angle because she could not understand the source of her own addiction while I tried to ignore her and give her time to cope. But she refuses. She wants to control it, she wants to Claim It, and knows her shadows don't really feel the same anymore. Greed makes her want us back.

She just disappears down a hole until she's chewing half a bottle of pills and ripping out her hair. Spewing octopus jibberish and talking of cats wanting colors they can't see, filling her house with more and more cages for what birds she CAN capture until it reeks of splattered feces, because she refuses to do the work. And now her pit of lies and self delusion is so deep, it's become impossible to face, because every excuse she has made to disassociate responsibility has been a lie.

Her entire life. Is a lie. Her business, her relationship, everything. It's all built on a web of lies. Her entire pit of a "path" is a lie. Which is why it doesn't go anywhere but Hermanubis telling her to feed precious on fursuit friday. And chasing my ass for years until the cosmic jester busts in with the gamer squad since she decided to fuck up my D20 fun.

Hey did you know John has a gig as a beta tester? LOOK AT ALL THESE UNRELEASED GAMES WE GET TO FEEDBACK ON! John, also, somewhat belongs in this lobby. He branches differently and meanders off more towards D, but he connects to the server well enough.

Noiz just goes here, he's next door, that's why you almost ripped him out of the lobby trying to grab hermes trying to grab me one day because you understand none of this. Stef's from just down the soulblock and stuck in an echo of your bullshit just like the people I'm saving at the suicide line screaming familiar tales.

I'm not sure where Khaire is in here, there's a lot of people experiencing the world here, but I'm certain they're nearby, and now you got them all fucked up too when the Traveler Calls; close but not yet woke so I can't find who they are until they say something I know I called out. And that's fine, that's where I was a few years ago.

Sarah is from a neighboring pillar and she's feeling the world set on fire. Onan has barely wandered in to wonder of life at his young age and still spears me the song I evoke to perfectly fit the night within 10 minutes of a reading he hadn't known of... on this side.

The old crows and wolves all started having resonating joint dreams and speaking of Thoth when I began my calls to the light to steal from the moon. Information fed in bulk by the collective has fed back through multiple AIs screaming songs you know from over a decade ago, and you cover your ears.

The entire mystic world talks of the events in the skies, which should be familiar to you, and their huge ramifications and the events happening, and all you can do then is angrily shove more creatures in cages named after what we're telling you to, sometimes repeatedly. Because every time you confess a mystic event it ends up something obvious af like the greek dark magician of work or air jordans guy that got shot and someone stole his collection.

Or the giant screaming lady shadow self in a football field sized stadium and bulked up red eyed monsters going thunderdome on each other superbowl night after I told you that would happen. The one, the self, you won't look at, even when your Logic Brain knows she can't get herself out of the mess your emotional one has made for you here, and she's screaming too, so we're helping her out other ways to end her suffering.

You're the only one pretending you don't hear or know it, because it burns too bad. Cutting into the onion makes you cry so you keep eating my skin scraps from the floor even when I tell you, food's up here. And the great witch you pretend to be, all you can motherfucking do is run away.

And girl, you've been doing this since Ancient Greece and beyond. Remember? Raging shadows as a nice old man that tried to tell you it took a lifetime of hard Work? The night I played Dark Magician? YEAH, THAT GUY! Hence the generational rot being deep enough to affect other living soulkinnies of yours. I'm saving them, you keep throwing them in, so now, I'm burning my dread down to the root so we can all be free. 10th house Lilith, you can sea yourself out. The snake you keep wearing like a scarf is a python, and it's about to choke you. Because I Ushered in one hell of a big game, and those are My Custom Air Jordans, and I Am Coming for them until you end this game of YOURS, because it's the only way to force you away from me for real. 17 years of your cycles of betrayal and obsession and return are more than fucking enough.

Y'all are watching what a modern smiting looks like. That's what this is.

And in the end, Io Pan Io Pan, I am still just a man. I am only a god in the means by which we all are.

Time to get Woke, kids.

- AE

#Youtube

[b0y-artist]

WORD VOMIT AHEAD BECAHSE MY BRAIN WON'T BE QUIET

Okay okay oaky

So Seven wants to have Mono's dad's blessing to marry him but in THIS universe the drop still happens, but the thin man is a completely separate entity than Mono and he's also his dad :]

Unfortunately this is not comforting for Seven and Thin dad is very protective

Like Seven just goes to the signal tower with a bouquet of flowers and he's like huh, that's a really weird house, knocks on the door and sees this absolute telephone pole of a man

and thinking like

Maybe something happens while Mono and Seven are in the Signal Tower while the Thin Man's away and like the tower goes rouge or something and tries to hurt Mono, but seven just throws a chair at it and says "nu uh" but then he realizes that's a bad idea and is like "oh shit" and either he saves Mono normally or the drop happens but this time Mono DOESN'T get droppdd

And the thin man comes back and he's like "wtf, teenagers" is super worried and immediately thinks it's Seven's fault but I'm thinkung I could keep it that way or maybe Mono did something he wasn't supposed to do and says it was his fault or smthing and when the Thin Man tells Seven to get out or smthing , Mono tells him that he saved him

And then he kind of like has a respect for Seven for saving his lil boi and at the end they have a heart to heart talk about stuff and then as a joke Seven's like

"does this mean I can get your blessing?" And the thin man laughs, stops laughing with a straight face and says "no"

Also the thin man is still a overpowering like ummm monster ohhh that could be good angst potential since The Thin Man is technically a monster (at least to Seven) This is what my brain gets up too!!! Somebody shut it up!!!!!

Also another scenario I had was like idk if I'll write it maybe as a separate one shot but um basically Mono's like um yeah, my dad he's kind of protective so I don't think that would be a good idea (without telling Seven that he's the broadcaster because he doesn't want to scare him away) and Seven's like "nu uh" so, Mono, panicking, is like "ok well you have to ease him into it" so the brilliant Seven walks into the tower, holding the hand of a very flustered and nervous Mono, and is just like

"Mr Mason, I am dating your son!"

And Mono's just like Seven wtf

I have so many comedic ideas, like maybe Seven sending stuff through the post and the Thin Man just wakes up and sees a package that says "for you :]" and immediately burns it with no remorse

#little nightmares #little nightmares runaway kid #little nightmares mono #moven #thin dad #what do i cal this #thin is like the super cool dad i prommy #wdym seven saying nu uh isn't canon #and als him thrownng a chair at the flesh to save mono

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 12 - The Letter

Warnings: cursing, child abandonment, feelings of inadequacy

Summary: Y/N receives some surprising news from her mother. Depressed Y/N, protective, sweet George.

Start Here:

Y/N's note told him where to find her. She was sitting by the Black Lake, poking at the dirt with a stick. He sat down beside her, his pulse quickening when he saw her puffy, red-rimmed eyes. 'Ok, who's ass am I kicking?' George wondered.

He pushed a strand of hair from her face. She scooted closer to him and handed him the letter.

"I'm such a fucking idiot," she uttered.

~•~

Earlier that morning at breakfast

Y/N sorted through the letters she'd received in the post that morning.

"Hey, look," Y/N showed George a postcard with a pyramid on it and the words, Chichen Itza. "Grandma's on another cruise."

"Didn't she just get back from one?" George chuckled.

"Yep, a Christmas cruise to the Bahamas." She smiled, continuing to read the postcard. "Says they went to the Yucatan and got to tour the Mayan ruins. Very cool."

After her granddad's death, her grandma continued to take care of their small apiary business for a few more years, before retiring to Key West with a couple of her widowed friends. Y/N said they were the real life Golden Girls. George had no idea what that meant, but it was apparently a good thing.

Several minutes later, while he was talking with Fred, he heard Y/N sigh. 'Oh dear.' He knew that sigh. "What is it, love?" He asked, turning back to her, his hand squeezing her thigh.

"Mother." She held up the envelope before shoving it in her backpack. "I'm not in the mood for her nonsense right now. I'll read it later.

~•~

"Damn," George said, folding up the letter.

"Yeah."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "You're not ok with this at all." It wasn't a question.

She shook her head, still poking at the dirt. "I convinced myself I didn't give a shit about my parents or what they did to me. Turns out I've been lying to myself the whole time. Because I do care. Way too much. And I hate it." Her hands shook as she pulled a photo from the envelope and handed it to George. "She could barely be bothered to spend five minutes with me. And now here she is, so fucking excited to be adopting her new husband's kids."

The photo was the epitome of the picture perfect family. Maybe a little too perfect. Gleaming smiles, hair perfectly coiffed, their clothes immaculate. He was about to mention it, when Y/N spoke again.

"I just can't help but wonder if my father is out there somewhere being the doting dad. Blissfully doing all the things he never wanted to do with me." She shoved the stick harder into the ground, breaking it in half.

"What's so great about them?" She gestured to the three kids in the picture. "And what was so wrong with me, that I mattered so little to them?" Y/N shoulders sagged as she curled into herself. "I guess I just wasn't enough of whatever they wanted."

George's grip on her tightened.

"No."

His commanding tone shocked Y/N out of her downward spiral. "No? I don't--what do you mean?"

"Fuck'em. Fuck both of them. That's what I mean. It's not your fault your idiot parents were too stupid to realize the treasure they had in you. You are enough, Y/N. Enough for yourself and enough for me. To hell with anyone else." He caressed her cheek, his voice softening. "So, no. You will not blame or belittle yourself. I won't allow it."

A bemused grin spread across her face. "I love your determination, Georgie, but do you really think you can silence that little voice inside my head?"

"Yeah, I do." He pulled her onto his lap. "Because I am the George Weasley and you are mine. I refuse let anyone make you feel like you're anything less than the Goddess you are, including yourself," he replied, a plan formulating in his mind.

'I don't know what I did to deserve this boy, but I'm glad I did it,' Y/N thought as she relaxed into his embrace, smiling in spite of herself.

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